Monday, September 22, 2014

FW 1.11l --HCE's haughty reply--

1.11: patterns1.11a:
This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in! Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom...1.11b:
Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum...1.11c:
This is the big Sraughter Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed dux...1.11d:
This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis...1.11e:
This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz Tuomush...1.11f:
This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the crimealine...1.11g:
The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up...1.11h:
This is me Belchum sneaking his phillippy out of his most toocisive bottle of Tilsiter. This is the libel...1.11i:
That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. Shee, shee, shee! The jinnies...1.11k:
This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone...1.11l:
Cherry jinnies. Figtreeyou! Damn fairy ann, Voutre. Willingdone. That was the first joke of Willingdone...1.11m:
This is Rooshious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is mistletropes. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. After...1.11n:.
This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. Tonnerre! (Bullsear! Play!) This is camelry...1.11o:
Almeidagad! Arthiz too loose! This is Willingdone cry. Brum! Brum! Cumbrum! This is jinnies cry...1.11p:
This is jinnies rinning away to their ousterlists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trippy trip...1.11q:
This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish...1.11r:
This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse...1.11s:
This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willingdone. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk...1.11t:
This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle...1.11u:
That was the last joke of Willingdone. Hit, hit, hit! This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp...1.11v:
This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: Ap Pukkaru! Pukka Yurap!...1.11w:
This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail...

French chère: dear (eg at the beginning of a letter)
cherry = virginal

George Bernard Shaw: Mrs Warren's Profession (1893), act I: 'The old Iron Duke didn't throw away fifty pounds: not he. He just wrote: "Dear Jenny: publish and be damned! Yours affectionately, Wellington." That's what you should have done' (referring to Wellington's alleged reply to a publisher demanding money so as not to include compromising details in Wellington's mistress's upcoming memoirs)